Krigare

K R I G A R E
Coliseum Trainer
| Confident | Intuitive | Playful |

Relations xxxx Familiar xxxx Trivia

Mom and Trainer Great Grandfather

Dad Mom's Friend

P L A C E H O L D E R

• To be trained as a new Mire Flyer • Needs Eliminate • May breed change?

Hatchling Krigare toddled along behind the soft footfalls of his mother, the gentle sweep of the long fur on her paws caused fallen leaves and loose grass to skitter behind her trail. He kept his eyes on her the whole time and his mouth was shut tight as he breathed in the scents of the unfamiliar swamp they were in. They came upon a clearing and halted at its edge, a strange bubbling sound came from the shallow pools ahead.

"Now Kri, it's important to always pay attention to where you're going in the Mire. Those pools ahead, what do you smell?" Murkpaw settled down into the rushes, tucked her front paws under her chest like a cat, and awaited his response.

The tiny Tundra breathed in heavily and counted to seven as he did so, letting all the scents of the area waft into his nose. He sorted them carefully in his mind. Stagnant water, wilting herbs, cerdae droppings. He released his breath on another seven count and breathed in again, searching for what lay below the surface of the smells. Heat, something producing heat and the acidic smell of...

"Sulfur. It smells like sulfur mama. Papa uses it in his alchemy, what's making it smell like sulfur here?" He whispered back to his mother what he had discovered, curious, but calm as ever.

"Very good. It's sulfur produced by a very powerful creature that lives in the Mire, they are called Molten Wartoads, and that pond there with the bubbling and steam is full of Molten Tadpoles," Murkpaw gave him a pat on the head as she stood up again. The sun was beginning to set and the edge of the forest was beginning to darken. Krigare giggled and put his paws to his nose.

"They smell funny! Any more lessons for today, mama? When do I get to fight some? I can fight real good!"

"You can fight 'very well', yes. No more lessons for today, we should head back to the camp, it isn't safe to wait around here for long. Let's get going," Murkpaw nudged her hatchling as they left the woods and the threats that resided inside. Camp consisted of a recently dug fire pit and a clever tent invented by the mages of the clan, once unrolled it would pitch itself and was completely water proof from above and below, the fabric, while not able to become truly invisible, would always match the surroundings it was set in as well, with only slightly shifting runes in the material to give it away. Murkpaw lit the fire so the pair could dry their feet and fur, then revealed the delightful salads they would share for dinner. Krigare gallivanted around the area as she prepared, pretending the frogs and toads were fierce Croakers he was doing battle with. At least until he caught an unfamiliar scent.

"Mama...? I smell somebody...somebody like us! In the woods! In the Mire! They smell scared, Mama!" His tone became more and more frantic and the stick he had picked up to serve as his sword was clenched tightly in his paw as his tail curled between his legs.

"Wait here, stay by the fire, eat your dinner, but don't go to sleep, I'll be right back, little one," Murkpaw reassured her son as she bounded into the woods without hesitation.

Kri was slow to respond, he stared after his mother in shock for a few moments before taking the action she requested. He retreated to the fire, ate his supper, and stood vigilant watch with his nose to the wind. He continued to take deep breaths, seven counts in, seven counts held, seven counts out, and smelled everything he could. Smoke from the fire, the tang of a far off storm, wet earth. Nothing to give a hint as to what was occurring within the trees. He focused on the smell of fear, of a Tundra in distress, and closed his eyes. Wet fur, salty tears, Nature Flight magic, a sweet flower. The iron tang of blood, sulfur like papa's alchemy, burning fur... He came out of his scent-watch abruptly to put out his own tail which had crept a bit too close to the fire. When he turned about afterwards his mama had emerged from the Mire with another hatchling held by the scruff in her powerful jaws. She set the new hatchling down and then laid next to the fire herself.

Looks like we have a new friend, Krigare. Say hello, my son, " Murkpaw encouraged Kri as she started to clean herself off of mud and swamp water.

"Hi...I'm...My name is Krigare and I'm gonna be a great warrior! Wanna play?" He waggled his tail in the air in a play-bow to invite her to join in.

"I'm Iurilas. I ran away from home and I'm lost. And I do wanna play!"

The pair launched themselves around the fire pit with more energy than Murkpaw could comprehend, then eventually tired each other out and settled into the soft mattress inside the tent. Murkpaw grinned, she loved finding spunky new trainees out in the woods. They were often her best students.

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